Life's an irony. Packed in a box, label pandora's, lost in a shift of paradigm and never found next to me.

Knock knock~!

What's up? Why am i walking with chains? Why am i almost screaming at my love?

I wish I can say sorry..

probably do a double flip and then a round heel kick into myself.. hmm.. guess where it'll land?

That's rite.. my butt.

Stoop~!! id...

I wish i can make things better for my dear. but i tink i've just made things worst.

Oh well... and so the song of grief plays. never for anyone.. less the hurt chews into your heart.

love my dear

a lot a lot

Bob